Diary of vacation from school

"No. 47, Ping'an Road, is just ahead." Carrying a backpack under the blue sky, I looked up at the navigation on my mobile phone. In the distance, I saw the colorful prayer flags with the words "Principles" engraved under them. The wooden door sign of "Summer in the Pond".

I walked towards this wooden youth hostel standing on a quiet street. A floor-to-ceiling glass door came into view. The transparent glass door reflected the small shop opposite. Through these colorful shadows, I saw a Corgi inside looking out the door.

I opened the glass door, and a blast of warm air hit my face.

When the little Corgi saw me coming in and sniffing my shoes, he twisted his cute butt and ran away.

Looking to the left, there is a bar in front of the wine rack filled with small bottles. There are several brown high stools in front of the bar. Looking to the right, there is a small black square stove, and the male shopkeeper is bending his head to add wood to the side.

A little further forward is a long wooden table. The wall behind it is covered with pictures of Tibetan children with cute smiles and pure eyes. Their faces are like little flowers. Cat, but its bright and pure eyes can penetrate your heart.

"Your room is on the second floor, room 206. Please bring your ID card and bed sheet and quilt cover." After the bartender from Beijing helped me check in, I went upstairs and turned to the stairwell. It was another little surprise when I saw many hand-painted postcards and photographic postcards of Litang neatly placed on the wall at the entrance of the stairs. I stopped to pick them up and admire them, as if I had traveled through the woods, grassland, and blue sky behind the photos. .

After arriving at the room, I put down my backpack. There were two wooden bunk beds in the bright room, with quilts and pillows neatly folded on them. When I saw the electric blanket, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Snow is not afraid of the cold either.

Looking around again, the wall is covered with messages written in various handwritings, recording the stories of people who come and go. I sat by the bed and looked at these traces and dates left on the wall. , the picture of every traveler who came here writing on the wall seemed to appear in his mind, and then it disappeared in an instant, one after another.

This small room witnesses the various joys and sorrows of these people on the road.

I took my computer and went downstairs, planning to find a corner here to write some articles and listen to music.

After going downstairs, I was attracted by the long seat padded with colorful stripes that shone into the sun. I sat on it with my legs crossed, and the warm sunshine hit my hair. On the sweater.

I was typing on the keyboard what I had seen and heard in Seda a few days ago. In my ears were country folk songs playing in the hotel. I raised my head and looked at the golden instant noodle roll sitting opposite me. The Danish girl is thinking about whether she is as happy as me now.

After the lady boss learned that I like to write articles, she told me that I could submit them to her and her friends. She was willing to give me free room fees if I wrote an article about youth hostels. Another uncle said that I could write an article about youth hostels. Editing a video from an article in Litang can give me a royalties of 800 to 1,000 yuan. I'm so happy!

This is the first time I have been asked to write, and it is the first time I can make money for my journey. I am so happy~ What makes me even more happy is that they did not give me any requirements, they just wanted me to show off Show the real Litang as I saw it.

After I finished writing the article, I walked to the backyard. The shopkeeper was washing the yard with a water pipe in the sun. His grin was behind the splashing water droplets. The water droplets were crystal clear and sparkling in the sun. ……

As night went on, the number of people in the youth hostel began to increase. People wearing jackets and carrying tall backpacks walked around, smiling and saying hello to each other.

People who had put away their bags gathered in the hall. Some were sitting on the bar holding wine bottles, some were roasting potato slices around the stove, and some were sitting on the long wooden table. , pointing at the map and planning tomorrow's trip lively.

I was holding hot white tea and chatting with a big brother from Beijing opposite, sharing each other’s stories...

This big brother was very tall and dressed in black. He is wearing a jacket and a gray beret, and his smile is bright and beautiful. He works in a hospital in Beijing. His friends call him Dr. Zhu, and I call him "Doctor Brother." They will set off for Genie Mountain tomorrow. We shared a lot of stories and videos with each other and had a great time chatting, but because we had to get up early the next day, we reluctantly went to bed at 11 o'clock~

At night, I felt sweet in the warm quilt Fall asleep on the ground...

The summer in Litang makes me feel the warmth of summer even in the cold late autumn.